#glorycraft

@glorycraft‘s gonna GET IT.

        He was like a bloody peacock in how he preened; bold, dramatic and so very over the top. Tess indulged it for a moment, lips quirking upwards on a once-stony face as he stretched his arms out – no doubt preparing for some complaint or ‘deep’ remark.

         That was, at least, until her hand came down on his head and began to muss his hair until its careful placement was no doubt ruined by her gloved hand. Then she laughed.

Well, minor details here and there.

Still, this is a familiar face, which is more than he could say about the rest of the south and their rustic charms. He expects little from this encounter ; you could say that it would merely be impolite to ignore the man when they KNOW EACH OTHER. ❝ Then again I suppose we both are, ❞ his mouth is curved into a humored smile, his posture loose and relaxed where he leans against the wall, arms crossed. ❝ Strangers in a foreign land —— that’s the beginning to some epic or another, I’m sure. ❞

Admitting souls into the Domdaniel was something that still dawned with a sense of trepidation, if he were honest. In a complex array of tunnels and underground palaces of the Elvhen beneath the Emerald Graves, the carrying scent of the lush, verdant forests above carried with it a rotted and soiled afterthought from the heavy rains. Those who had assembled were new recruits, bleary-eyed mages tired of running and seeing their brethren slaughtered fruitlessly. Among them, did his eyes deceive? Was there another Vint like himself from among them?

｡ﾟﾟ          SOLEMN     ROSARY     SORROW  .                     IT     GNAWS     HER     TO     THE     BONE    ;           chews    ‘till     all     but     flesh     remains  .                     through       &        through      ,         concealed     in     gilded     palaces       ,         this     long     rooted     grief  .                     he   ;         the     voice     mirroring     that     of     your     mind  .                     that     of     doubt  .                    that     of     truth  .                     my     father     would     never     hurt     me  .                    𝐛𝐮𝐭     𝐢𝐬     𝐡𝐢𝐬     𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞     𝐧𝐨𝐭     𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞    ?                     i     love     him  .                    𝐨𝐫     𝐝𝐨     𝐲𝐨𝐮     𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞     𝐡𝐢𝐬     𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲    ?                    pause  .                   pause  .           𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬     𝐡𝐞     𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞     𝐲𝐨𝐮    ?                 flesh     spurned     by     sunflower       ,         mouth     molded     by     rosebuds  .                     night   -   born     beaut  .                     o     how     sweetly     she     dissolves     in     her     sadness  .                    ❛            what     are     you     trying     to     imply   ?        ❜ 

bite     of     the     arctic  .                   glare     of     the     cheetah  .                   her     liquid     ambers     seemingly     resemble     the     sun         —–     —-     –         &      𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬     𝐲𝐨𝐮     𝐚𝐥𝐥     𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞  .                      ❛            know     your     place  .                     this     business     you     are     attempting     to     stir       &         involve     yourself     in         …..         it     will     not     end     in     your     favor  .          ❜

    ❛   LISTEN, KID. I’m not one for company, so unless you’ve got somethin’ really important to tell me, you need to skidaddle.    ❜